A chanderi weaving loom
A chanderi weaving loom

For Pranpur's Chanderi Weavers, Looms Are Their Lease Of Life

Rediscover the village of Pranpur known for its fine saris and splendid monuments

"And this," says the weaver, unfurling with a flourish a gossamer-fine pink-and-gold fabric, "is the Kareena Sari" As we wander through pretty-as-a-picture Pranpur village, we're walking in the footsteps of Aamir Khan and his co-star from Three Idiots. The duo arrived in this obscure corner of Bundelkhand completely unannounced, three years ago, as part of their whirlwind tour to promote the film, and Pranpur is still basking in the honour. "Is bargad ke perh ke neeche baithe thhe Aamir." "Is ghar mein kaafi time bitaaya unhonene." "Yeh solar lights Kareena ne bheja gaonwalon ke liye." This running commentary on the doings of the celebrity duo plays like a constant counterpoint to the other sounds of Pranpur—the clack-clack of the looms of Chanderi weavers, the whirr of the potter's wheel, the clunk of the stone carvers' chisels and, more faintly, the metallic clang from the homes of Pranpur's two remaining metal craftsmen.

A weaver in Chanderi, Madhya Pradesh
A weaver in Chanderi, Madhya PradeshImagesofIndia on Shutterstock.com

So how did Aamir zero in on Pranpur Probably because it won the national award for rural tourism in 2009. One of 36 villages selected under the Ministry of Tourism and UNDP Endogenous Tourism Project (what a forbidding name for a scheme that's meant to project and promote bucolic charm), Pranpur built its small, four-room homestay at the edge of the village.

The Amraee Rural Heritage Resort, run by the Pranpur Village Tourism Development Committee, is set in an orchard of mango, khirni, guava, and sharifa trees, with the hills of the Vindhyachal range as a backdrop. Its cluster of buildings proudly showcases the skills of Pranpur's craftspersons—from its lovely carved stone jaalis to its rooms hung with Chanderi curtains and its sumptuous thalis of Bundelkhandi specialties made by village youngsters. Don't expect the usual 'resort facilities' here though— there's no swimming pool, spa, or bar dispensing cocktails. Apart from comfortable mattresses and modern plumbing, it's all consciously no-frills, and strictly vegetarian and teetotal as well. What you get, instead, apart from the idyllic pastoral setting, is an opportunity to experience up close the daily rhythm of village life. Amraee even has a resident village elder, master potter Babu Ram Prajapati, a fount of knowledge on all kinds of local lore from medicinal herbs to Bundelkhandi musical instruments, who can be found holding court on a chabutra under a mango tree.

The day begins with a chorus of birdsong and ends under a star-filled sky. Everything proceeds in a relaxed, unhurried way, so go with the flow, reset your watch to Pranpur standard time—about an hour behind IST—and don't fret if the early morning tea you asked for at 6.30 arrives at 7.45; it's served with such a shy, eager-to-please smile that you're instantly disarmed. It all depends, apparently, on when the milkman turns up. Forget about trying to get a signal on your mobile phone, and if the electricity goes off, as it does frequently, abandon your book and stretch out on the platform under the leafy canopy of a mango tree. Large and delicious meals are served at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But there's so much to see in the vicinity, you'll have no difficulty walking off all the poha, kadhi, mangodi, maheri, and gujias you've indulged in.

An artisan unwinding silk threads
An artisan unwinding silk threadsImagesofIndia on Shutterstock

A Walk Around Pranpur

Set aside three or four hours for a leisurely exploration of Pranpur village, with its impeccably clean streets, stone houses washed in pastel colours, its four stepwells (one dating to the Sultanate period), and plethora of sati pillars dating from the sixteenth to the eighteenth centuries, dotted all over the village. Carved with a sun and moon with doll-like figures of a couple below them, these stone stelae mark the spots where sati took place long ago, when this area was covered by forest. Some have tumbled and been ingeniously turned into benches or used to prop up a sagging doorframe. At the far end of the village are a dargah and a Ram temple peaceably facing each other. The tiled roofs of the village houses are covered with bundles of tendu leaves, gathered from the forest behind the village. Pranpur's inhabitants are happy to indulge visitors who want to try their hand at rolling the tendu leaves into beedis or turning the potter's wheel.

The Weavers

Peering into the home of a Chanderi weaver is like looking through a colored prism—the superfine silk warp and cotton weft, stretched tight over the loom, bathe the room and the weaver in an iridescent, translucent light. The looms today are busier than ever, the villagers tell us — Aamir and Kareena's championing of the Chanderi sari, and the Chanderi scarves specially commissioned for the Commonwealth Games, have helped make this fabric fashionable again, and boosted daily earnings from a hundred rupees to two hundred and fifty. Pranpur's weavers have set up their own cooperative society, which sells the textiles produced in the village from a small shop in the village, or takes them to the big sari shops in Chanderi's Sadar Bazaar.

A Visit To Chanderi

The three-kilometer journey from Pranpur to Chanderi propels you abruptly from a sleepy hamlet into a noisy, bustling town where the sari shops are easy to spot, with their huge billboards of Guess Who. She really should come back to Chanderi to see the power of the Kareena Effect. The weaving tradition here dates back to the eighteenth century, and today some 3,500 families—around sixty per cent of the town's population — make their living from the looms. But there's a lot more to Chanderi than its fabled fabric. It is, in fact, so full of history, so brimming with architectural gems, that you wonder why it's fallen off the tourist map. It wasn't always so; in medieval times, Chanderi was a must on every traveler's itinerary—Al Biruni, Ibn Battuta, Ferishta, and many others came here and chronicled its wealth, splendor, and importance. And every conqueror of Hindustan wanted to capture its fort, strategically situated on the trade routes connecting North India to South, and to the ports on the west coast.

The fort looms over the town, stretching for two kilometres along the crest of a hill, its architecture bearing the imprint of the different dynasties who ruled it. Founded in 1100 AD by Gurjara Pratihara king Kirtipal, it was successively captured, among others, by the Khiljis, the Tughlaqs, the Malwa sultans, the Lodis, Rana Sangha of Udaipur, the Mughals, the Bundelas, the British and, finally, the Scindias of Gwalior. Our guide, the incomparable Muzaffar Ansari, better known as Kalley Bhai, runs a passionate one-man crusade to get Chanderi recognised as a World Heritage city. But before we begin our tour, Kalley Bhai, who has his priorities right, insists we try the very local and very seasonal delicacies on sale in the bazaar—the bright yellow fruit of the khirni tree, sweet as honey, and green, deliciously tender lotus seeds (kamal gatta).

Badal Mahal Gateway

Our walk through Chanderi's streets takes us past the magnificent thirteenth-century Jama Masjid and the exquisitely carved lattices of the fifteenth-century Badal Mahal Gateway, the town's signature landmark. Along the way, Kalley Bhai pauses to show us its other wonders—camel caravanserais, stepwells, hammams, temples, the very house in which Ibn Battuta stayed in 1342, grand havelis and palaces. In the sprawling fifteenth-century Raja-Rani Mahal, painstakingly restored by Intach, the NGO Chanderiyaan has set up looms for training the town&rsquos youngsters in weaving, as well as block printing and tailoring, while the Digital Empowerment Foundation trains them in computerising design motifs, many of them copied from Chanderi's historic monuments, which can then easily be reproduced by the weavers on saris and dupattas.

Kati Ghat

And now Kalley Bhai, his shock of orange-hennaed hair standing out among the crowds in the bazaar, leads us to Chanderi's most dramatic site—the Kati Ghati, where an opening was cut overnight through a gigantic wall of solid rock, a truly superhuman effort, to allow an invading army to enter the lush green Chanderi valley. The road from Kati Ghati leads to a seventeenth-century pleasure palace, Ramnagar Mahal, overlooking a vast waterbody, the Mehjatiya Lake. Babur camped at this lakeside the night before he stormed and took Chanderi Fort in 1528.

Chanderi Fort, a Mughal fort, dominates the skyline of Chanderi
Chanderi Fort, a Mughal fort, dominates the skyline of ChanderiImagesofIndia on Shutterstock

As we sit on a balcony overlooking the lake, a sudden storm whips up, and sheets of rain lash the lake's surface, where a tiny boat bobs about helplessly. When the boat finally makes it to shore, we discover that the boatman has two fat carp in his net—and they are ours for seventy rupees. The resourceful Kalley Bhai forages for some fallen twigs, haldi, salt, lemon and oil, takes over the palace chowkidar's kitchen, whips out his Swiss knife, and in ten minutes produces the freshest, most delicious fried fish that we will ever eat.

Prehistoric Rock Shelters

By now, the sunset hour approaches, and Kalley Bhai insists we see one more site before heading back to Pranpur. A forty-five-minute drive out of town brings us to the prehistoric rock shelters at Nanaun, at the edge of a vast, boulder-strewn plateau covered with scrub and thorn. There, beside the Urvashi river, where giant crocodiles snooze on the banks, are caves with Stone Age paintings of animals and stick-like figures. And beside them, the names and mobile numbers of recent visitors. Kalley Bhai, with an impish giggle, leaves us with a thought to ponder as we come to the end of our trip how will future archaeologists interpret this bizarre juxtaposition of Stone Age and Phone Age graffiti at Nanaun.

The information

Getting There

Pranpur is in Ashoknagar district, in the Bundelkhand region of Madhya Pradesh. Chanderi is 3km from Pranpur.

By rail: The nearest railway station, Lalitpur, is 35km from Pranpur, and several trains from Delhi, including the Dakshin Express and the Gondwana Express, stop there. Or else, one could take a train to Jhansi, a major railway junction, from where Pranpur is 110km by road.

By air: The nearest airport is at Gwalior (168km).

Where to Stay: The Amraee Rural Heritage Resort, run by the Pranpur Village Tourism Development Committee, works in partnership with two organisations that create and promote ecologically responsible tourism destinations, India Untravelled and Travel Another India. Tariff Rs 1,500 (doubles), including all meals and taxes.

Contact 08103118384 (resort manager Rajpal) or see indiauntravelled.com and travelanotherindia.com.

What to See and Do

In and around Pranpur: Explore Pranpur's wheat, jowar and maize fields by bullock cart. Watch a performance of the lively local dance and music forms, Raee and Sehra, at the Amraee Resort. See the spectacular sunrise at Rajghat Dam, 10km from Pranpur. Amraee can also arrange 5 to 10-day workshops in weaving, pottery and metalwork in the village.

In and around Chanderi: The ASI's Chanderi Museum has superb sculpture from the eighth to the twelfth centuries, and also the only clean public toilet in the town. In the Fort, see the Khilji mosque with its exquisitely carved mihrabs, the Nokhanda Palace and the samadhi of the great singer Baiju Bawra. On the outskirts of Chanderi is the impressive fifteenth-century Koshak Mahal, like a vast roofless cathedral, and only three of its original seven storeys remain. Kadvaya, about 60 km from Chanderi, has a cluster of temples from the eighth to twelfth centuries, similar in style to Khajuraho. Excavations are still going on.

What to buy: Chanderi saris and fabric, of course. At the Pranpur Weavers Cooperative you can buy for Rs 1,800 a sari that would cost no less than Rs 4,000 in Delhi or Mumbai. Village potters sell utilitarian pots and tawas as well as clay toys. Chunky tribal anklets and pretty brass diyas are on sale at the homes of Pranpur&rsquos metal craftsmen.

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